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Sheep farm in Calhoun County.

Those are the rams on the left, outside the barnyard. Inside are the ewes, and oh yes, little lambs.
This farm belongs to my friends Kathy and Mike. The Princess and I were there to see their new lambs. They’re lambing this month. Hopefully, if we’re lucky and they have enough lambs to spare, we’ll take a couple home in a few months for ourselves to start our own sheep!
Their sheep are Suffolk-Dorset crosses. Suffolk are the sheep with the black faces and legs. The Dorsets are the white sheep.

Notice the ewe on the left, a strong Suffolk, and the ewe on the right, a Dorset. The ewes in the middle have more of the cross-breeding. Suffolks are bred for meat. Dorset are bred for both meat and wool. I’m interested in the Dorsets. Crosses aren’t purebred or registered, but I’m not worried about that. I’m not going into the breeding business. I’m not sure I’m going into the wool business, but I would like to have sheep that are good for wool. And I like white sheep.
And, well, who wouldn’t love this?

Does this thing not look like a stuffed animal???

Here is Kathy with the little three-day-old toy.

Did you notice the LEGS??? Could they be longer?

Baby was, pretty quickly, begging for her mama, as much as mama was begging for her baby girl. See mama poking her head through the gate in the barn? Do you see the baby’s tail? Not yet docked. Did you know sheep have tails like that?

And there are more little lambs to see!
Here is a primarily Dorset lamb. A big boy!

And a largely Suffolk little girl.

The two of them make a cute pair.

Sharing the salt lick….

…and telling secrets.

Till the Princess grabs hold of one.

Outside the barnyard, the rams watch jealously, wishing they could come in and kiss the girls.

While the ewes say…..

…”I am so sorry. I’m going to watch Idol tonight and wash my wool. You’ll have to find something else to do.”
At the sheep farm, they also have chickens (and guineas).

And a chicken house.

A barn you can crawl under.

A big rock to climb on top.

And a tire swing.

Princess: “I want to live here!”
Well, maybe not. But maybe………
Just maybe……….
If the mamas cooperate………

We can take a little of the sheep farm home with us!
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